Please don't mind if i have somewhere a mistake, english isn't my mother language.
i wrote better stories but only this is on english
i hope Ты will like it.
In my street, there are many family houses. Some are big and with parking garages and some are living in car on the street. Mine is somewhere in the middle, I have my own room, one bathroom, dad’s room and кухня with living room. We don’t have one еще floor. In the back yard is pool and house for dog. We actually don’t have a dog and every time when I ask my dad, he’s name is Mark:”When are Ты going to buy me a dog? “And he doesn’t know what to answer.
“Deny?!” My friend called me. I turn around and I saw her, standing there and being beautiful. Her name is Lucy. I’m in Любовь with her, but she thinks we are just best friend forever. She already have boyfriend, how can I even compete with him. He is the most Популярное guy in school. Everybody knows him. He is Jerry Jackson. Every girl, almost every, is crushing on him. John is his best friend and Frankie is his geek. Jerry tells him how he is other best friend but he is just his math test results.
Okay, enough about him. When Lucy came to me, she kisses me on the cheek as hello. I didn’t start any conversation, just walked and was silent. She talked and talked about Jerry, she calls him -Jerr my teddy bear-, and anyway, I didn’t even listen like I usually do. In hurry I сказал(-а) I need to go and turn left. She stands there and confuses, didn’t know what to say. My class starts and I forgot about Jerry and Lucy. I Любовь to learn new stuff and I just seated and watch my teacher explaining something.
When I came home, I saw my dad making out with some girl; I think I didn’t saw her before. Probably is some chick from the bar. I just went to the room in silence. He didn’t even hear that I came. день pass like usually. I was on computer till the midnight.
i wrote better stories but only this is on english
i hope Ты will like it.
In my street, there are many family houses. Some are big and with parking garages and some are living in car on the street. Mine is somewhere in the middle, I have my own room, one bathroom, dad’s room and кухня with living room. We don’t have one еще floor. In the back yard is pool and house for dog. We actually don’t have a dog and every time when I ask my dad, he’s name is Mark:”When are Ты going to buy me a dog? “And he doesn’t know what to answer.
“Deny?!” My friend called me. I turn around and I saw her, standing there and being beautiful. Her name is Lucy. I’m in Любовь with her, but she thinks we are just best friend forever. She already have boyfriend, how can I even compete with him. He is the most Популярное guy in school. Everybody knows him. He is Jerry Jackson. Every girl, almost every, is crushing on him. John is his best friend and Frankie is his geek. Jerry tells him how he is other best friend but he is just his math test results.
Okay, enough about him. When Lucy came to me, she kisses me on the cheek as hello. I didn’t start any conversation, just walked and was silent. She talked and talked about Jerry, she calls him -Jerr my teddy bear-, and anyway, I didn’t even listen like I usually do. In hurry I сказал(-а) I need to go and turn left. She stands there and confuses, didn’t know what to say. My class starts and I forgot about Jerry and Lucy. I Любовь to learn new stuff and I just seated and watch my teacher explaining something.
When I came home, I saw my dad making out with some girl; I think I didn’t saw her before. Probably is some chick from the bar. I just went to the room in silence. He didn’t even hear that I came. день pass like usually. I was on computer till the midnight.
There’s the shadow of a plane
The sound of an engine,
Flying in the rain.
Please, take me away.
Raise my hands to
Touch the sky.
Wish I could fly to the moon,
Maybe tonight.
Feet glued to the street,
I just have to
Reach.
Hey,
Hey, I just heard a plane
Fly over my place
Please, say that magic word
And take me far away?
This is just a short poem, inspired by Erin McCarley's song, "Bobble Head". I find working from songs a good way to cure my writer's block. It gives me a little push in the right direction. So if you're having trouble, try that :)
The sound of an engine,
Flying in the rain.
Please, take me away.
Raise my hands to
Touch the sky.
Wish I could fly to the moon,
Maybe tonight.
Feet glued to the street,
I just have to
Reach.
Hey,
Hey, I just heard a plane
Fly over my place
Please, say that magic word
And take me far away?
This is just a short poem, inspired by Erin McCarley's song, "Bobble Head". I find working from songs a good way to cure my writer's block. It gives me a little push in the right direction. So if you're having trouble, try that :)